Walking out the door he says "we'll go at noon...I'll give you a call." I jump up and start getting dressed so I'll be ready when he calls. The dog gets excited because he senses we are getting out of the house today. Noon comes and goes...no call. I carry the phone around with me everywhere I go so I will not miss his call. 1:00, 2:00, 3:00...still no call. Thirty eight years of waiting for calls that will not come. One day I will learn his word means nothing.
icy wind
raking desolate fields
bitterness
Heavenly Haiku
New joy from an old jazz release: Arthur Blythe's "Lennox Avenue Breakdown"
(1979
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* Lenox Avenue Breakdown* -Arthur Blythe (Columbia)
Arthur Blythe, whose alto saxophone has cut through the New York jazz scene
with both clarity and c...
3 days ago
4 comments:
I agree with James Lockhart. You should get published. I'd love to see you work on a series of haibun.
Thanks, Cat...that is a great idea about a series. I'll get to work on it.
Ouch.
Does he know what this does to you?
TK: He does not care. I would imagine if he did he'd stop.
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